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Torn Screen Door
02:19
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Late summer day and my love and I went walking
Over hills and fields we walked, laughing and talking
Came across an old farmhouse standing broken and bare
It used to be someone's home, now no one lives there
There's a red barn standing held together with nails and dust
And a tired old Massey Harris all wires and rust
Weeds overgrown in a garden sown with care
It used to be someone's home, now no one lives there
And through the crack in the window pane
I hear the sound of the falling rain
Another farm being left run down
Another family moved into town
Had a life that they tried to save
But the banks took it all away
Hung a sign on a torn screen door
Nobody lives here no more
They worked their fingers to the bone
With nothing left they can call their own
Packed it in under leaden skies
With just the wheat waving them goodbye
Had a life that they tried to save
But the banks took it all away
Hung a sign on a torn screen door
Nobody lives here no more
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2. |
Gone To Ground
03:53
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My ship's run aground, to dark depths it's sliding
Emerging never, I'm not around
Forget me now, the way is winding
Secret and clever, I'll not be found
Darkness is near, silence will follow
You won't hear from me, I've gone to ground
My way is clear, farewell is hollow
Leave me here, I've gone to ground
Discovering how to stay in hiding
For now and forever I make no sound
Mutely I bow, my sacrifice is binding
To lonely endeavour. Cross on the mound
I'm solitude bound, our destinies dividing
All ties I sever, all search confound
I'll never allow my wilful deciding
To change what must ever in sorrow be drowned
Believe me dear, I've gone to ground
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Sleepless
02:40
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Our weariness still whispers yes
As in our bed pleasingly spread
With sighing silk we press
‘Though night now flows toward its close
Our senses wake and for their sake
The scented candle glows
Oh gods it’s beautiful!
Life’s purpose may be felt
With gliding fingertips
In hands its hallowed warmth be held
Or drawn within to find
The awed and gasping innocence
Of Nature’s reverent minds
The hours we keep in our deep
Enchantment give us leave to live
Outside the need for sleep
Your languid touch awakens such
A lively thrill; it seems to fill
My own fatigue too much
Oh gods it’s wonderful!
And you’re so meshed with me
Our motion makes an incandescent
Open mouthed unity
In this ecstasy bliss
Promises to keep this
Night perfectly sleepless
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4. |
Tolaeth
05:11
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There’s a lady who can tell by looking at leaves what the future has in store for you
And picking off the petals of a flower that grows could tell you if your love is true
But if you hear the sound of weeping at night or the passing bell as it steels
It is omen of death, it is the Tolaeth and you’re treading on a dead man’s heels
The traveller came to the high high hill, the stars hung dazed in their flight
And the mist hung low in the valley below as he stepped on into the night
When he heard them ringing, tolling clear when no bells were there near
It was the omen of death, it was the Tolaeth sounding on the midnight air
Death I’ve heard you ringing
I have felt you near
I can hear my heartbeat racing
The sun had gone and the moon rose high as the hour was getting late
When out of the window the minister saw a funeral at the churchyard gate
"Who has come here now to bury their dead at such a late hour? I ask"
And he ran from his house to the graveside to perform the burying task
Who is it he said, who is it he cried, you have come to bury this night
But as he spoke these words the company there vanished in a flash of light
And he stood there shaking a shivering wreck with just a horse’s head in his hand
It was the omen of death, it was the Tolaeth walking on through that land
Death I’ve heard you ringing
I have felt you near
I can hear my heartbeat racing
Tolaeth before death Tolaeth before the coffin
Tolaeth before burying I hear
Tolaeth before death Tolaeth before the coffin, racing
When you appear
The lady of the house she stood in the light of the candle as it was burning
When she heard the rattle of the stable door, her husband home returning
And his face was a shade of ghostly white as he stepped on in through the door
And in his eyes she saw the fear of which she’d never seen the like before
"Tonight, dear wife, tonight I have seen a company of marching men
And they held the corpse’s candle high as they marched around" and then
As he told this tale a shadow appeared from a candle she did not light
It was the omen of death, it was the Tolaeth burning for a poor soul’s plight
Death I’ve heard you ringing
I have felt you near
I can hear my heartbeat racing
Tolaeth before death Tolaeth before the coffin
Tolaeth before burying I hear
Tolaeth before death Tolaeth before the coffin, racing
When you appear
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Dead puppies aren’t much fun
When you call them they don’t come
When you pick them up they sag
When you go for walks they drag
My poor puppy died last fall
That’s him lying in the hall
Mother wants to throw them out
Doesn’t like them lying about
Don’t have to clean up where they've peed
And they’re very cheap to feed, but…
Don’t get fleas, they don’t get lice
But the maggots don’t smell nice
My dead puppy never squirms
'Cept inside where he's got worms
Puppy's fur comes out in tufts
Guess there's no point going to Crufts
Although I took him to the vet
There's no effective treatment yet
I tried to teach my puppy tricks
But nothing that I tell him sticks
Don’t play fetch, they don’t play ball
They play dead, and that’s all
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6. |
Jaunty Purple Hat
02:14
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To Paddington markets
I went shopping one day
I spied a stall with a colourful display
I said to myself would you just look at that
I really must buy that purple hat
I own a jaunty purple hat
And in to town I wander
I wear it proudly on my head
My wages for to squander
Hey ho o oh where does it go?
All will be fine in the morning oh
I love my jaunty purple hat
And with it I'll not tarry
Down to the markets I will go
And buy all I can carry
I need my jaunty purple hat
There's never any doubt
If I keep spending like I do
The money will run out
I wear this jaunty purple hat
My mates think I'm alright
I shout them beers all through the day
'Cause drinking makes us tight
I use my jaunty purple hat
Whenever it is sunny
I turn it upside down and then
I play and sing for money
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7. |
Hold On
02:48
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One day you seem to have it all
Tomorrow comes, it's gone
Whatever's past is over now
When all is said and done
When all is said and done
Listen here, hope is near, banish fear
Hold on, hold on
Dream a way beyond the grey of your dismay
Hold on
It's time to view your life anew. I'm here for you
Hold on, hold on
Discard the old and break the mould .See life unfold
Hold on
The precious prize, saved for the wise, is in disguise
Hold on, hold on
Create a space, a magic place, to welcome grace
Hold on
Fling open doors and walk fresh floors. Claim what is yours!
Hold on, hold on
Until the end I'll be your friend. Your heart will mend.
Hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on!
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Miguel Heatwole Sydney, Australia
Miguel’s a versatile singer, choral director & composer. His interests include folk & world music, political satire, the environment, trade unionism & the responsible enjoyment of alcohol. His songwriting embraces themes like peace & justice, the family cat, & visceral passionate attraction. His enthusiasm for recording community singing has let many people share the power of their songs. ... more
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